[She blinks and looks up, her concentration broken. And then she turns around in her chair.] Oh! Hey - sorry. Yeah, I’m still here.

[She’s managed to clear almost all the food and polish off an entire pot of tea by her lonesome. A few pages of ideas and notes have been filled in her book. (She really needs to get a new one to keep these things separate.)]

You can look. I don’t mind. [Still opened, she slides the book over to the side so he can browse if he wants.] I can go if you need me to. But I’ll stop by again tomorrow if that’s cool? [She leans against the armrest, smiling a bit. If he has any questions or comments - he can share them. She’s really been busy. There are scribbled lists of words and phrases all over, little arrows pointing to things she’s sketched. Estimates of measurements. Notes regarding potential color palettes. Thumbnail sketches of the themes he requested. Just a jumbled mess of a brainstorm session.]